Journalism, Creative Writing, and Journals
I prioritize storytelling in all that I do, which guides my writing academically and personally. As Editor-in-Chief of Inklings News, I write editorial pieces each month with a board of students diverse in thought and perspective. I focus mainly on features and reviews for my other stories.
In my free time, I write memoirs, essays, prose, and creative nonfiction, writing mostly about people and the stories they tell.
"It’s 8:20 on a Saturday night and the Imperial Avenue parking lot is abuzz with activity. Toyota Siennas pull into spots next to vintage BMWs. Teenagers settle into cozy trunks with pizza, ice cream and CVS snacks. Parents boost kids onto minivan roofs, keeping a watchful eye as they set up foldable lawn chairs. It’s a vibrant, friendly scene, each group its own self-contained ecosystem. Suddenly, the music cuts off, and the towering screen flicks on. There’s a scramble to turn off headlights, hush rowdy children and tune into 90.9 FM.
After months of media consumed on phone screens, iPads and home TVs, the moviegoing experience has been restored. The Remarkable Drive-In is open for business, projecting fan-favorite films straight to the heart of downtown Westport..."
"The past few months have seen Broadway shut down, film premiers cancelled, concerts postponed and television production grind to a halt. The entertainment industry is, for the first time in decades, near a standstill. However, in this time of prolonged isolation and speedy Wi-Fi, creatives have been finding ways to spread their art through new, ingenious avenues. Musicians host gigs on Instagram live. Casts reunite over Zoom. Movies premiere on Netflix.
In this same vein, Staples Players are reuniting after a prolonged absence to create safe, professional entertainment from the comfort of their own homes, airing beloved audio-dramas straight to the ears of Westport and beyond..."
"“Handsome, clever and rich.” Those words were originally written in Jane Austen’s 1815 novel “Emma.” to describe the female protagonist. The same words, appropriately, serve as both the tagline to and apt descriptions of the novel’s 2020 remake, which came out on March 3.
With a color palette indicative of a box of Parisian macarons and set pieces enchanting enough to make Wes Anderson cry, “Emma.” is certainly as handsome as its main character. The visuals of this movie were one of its biggest strengths, serving as both eye candy and powerful parallels to the shallow frivolity of the main character and her peers..."
NOTE: I co-wrote this editorial with my co-Chief, Claire Redmer and the help of our editorial board.
"The first month of the school year has shown Staples an entirely new social and academic experience. While the efforts of the administration cannot be understated, much of the obligation to keep our school functioning lies with us: the students, staff and Westport community as a whole. The need for caution with our peers, as well as responsibility within ourselves, is more important now than ever before..."
Essays, memoirs, and creative nonfiction.
Essay, Inspired by E.B. White
"...It is not possible to avoid falling prey to the gentle beast of adolescent loneliness. A thirteen year old girl is a restless house cat: clawing and meowing at the backdoor of independence until she’s let outside, regarding the brisk air of solitude for a moment, before begging to be let back in. It’s said that the housecat is descended from the middleastern wildcat. F. Lybica, they’re called. Notoriously feral, carnivorous, solitary. How many millenia did it take for such fierce independence to give way to such steadfast cowardice? When did I lose my ability to be alone?.."
"Often I think about how humans lived as nomads for 99% of recorded time, and then I think about how we’re instinctively drawn to the places and people we feel safest with, and I wonder how both of those facts can be simultaneously true. I think about this on my after-dinner walk as I listen to my music and try to quell the restlessness within me, feeling the urge to look into every lit window and knock on every closed door and ask the people inside if they know just how beautiful their street is at night. I walk down a road I’ve never before noticed and end up at the house of a childhood friend who moved years ago. I note this without noting it, and try to remember her name. I tell myself it’s light enough to get lost a little longer, so I take a right and a left and a right and a left and right and a left and still, by some magic, end up back home."
"It’s dusk and I’m at my desk and I’m playing guitar and the doorbell rings. It’s Julian, my neighbor, six years old and out of breath and holding a basketball. His hair is long and blonde and shiny, and his coat is orange and blue. He asks if I’ll play him, and I call him buddy and lower the hoop. His mom comes over with his little sisters, toddler June and bigger toddler Josephine, who love their brother with a ferocity that makes my chest ache. I sit and talk to Josephine about her best friend who likes bugs, and the bugs her best friend likes. I high five June, who coughs in my face and runs away. It’s a Tuesday, and I tell Lauren I’m going to the movies later, and she laughs and says “Oh, you teenagers and your energy.” Julian asks how old she is. She’s 38. He asks how old I am. I’m 16. I’m 16. I’m 16. This is the most 16 I’ve ever felt. I’m wearing ripped jeans and sneakers and my car keys are in my pocket. I’m number 16, and Lauren is number 38, and Julian is number 6. We play, we shoot, and Julian wins, and they walk home, and I’m 16. I stand in the driveway, and I wait, and I get in my car, and my license is in my pocket, and I drive because I can drive now, and I wonder when the wonder will go away."
"Amy Martinez and Abigail Jackson weren’t just best friends. They were best friends for life. Totally inseparable. They’d met in Pre-K, took dance lessons together, and were going to Disney world together for February break. They had matching purple backpacks and matching white shoes. They’d been in the same class since the fourth grade. There was talk that Ms. Martinez had pulled some strings to make that happen. Josh Garcia, Amy’s second cousin, said it was no coincidence that the library got new computers right around when classes were announced. Josh Garcia said a lot of things..."